Growing up I daydreamed all the time about becoming a famous singer. I imagined sold-out concerts, traveling the world, people telling me how much my music meant to them. I couldn't wait to grow up! Okay so I get it, what girl didn't want to be the next Brittney Spears (pre mental break down of course) at one point in their childhood? But it was different for me, at least that is what I told myself, because I would overcome unimaginable odds in order to reach my "destiny". It didn't matter that I couldn't tell the difference between two pitches for the life of me, this would only make me stronger. I figured if people can learn to play the piano with their feet a possibly tone deaf girl can learn to sing.

To me, cooking is an escape. An escape from the hustle and bustle, stressful, sped up version of life nowadays. Some view cooking as time-consuming, irritating, and unnecessary. But for me, cooking is my way of getting through the week. Because of my busy schedule, I am not able to cook every night, but on those nights that I am, I find myself at ease and quite happy. I mean, who doesn't enjoy the taunting aroma of sauteed onions and rosemary for the filling of a light omelet in the morning? Or the slight sound of a slow cooked soup that's been simmering on